Home sweet home

There I am. I spent my last days mostly in the library or at Naomi's place, studying for my finals which went okay. Micro went well, Macro went okay, but I think I passed. In the early morning hours of the exam days Naomi and I finally understood the economic way of thinking. There is no forest there. It's only economic principles applied to different situations using pure logic. It took us a longer time to understand that and with every model exam question we answered we were looking for the tricky component of the question: it was not there. If from now on somebody tells me he studies Economics, I won't be impressed anymore. Still, the studying for the exam was quite intensive and the fact that they were over had to be celebrated. With only four hours of sleep every night I was a little bit exausted, but thanks to CULT I made it. Taurin is forbidden in Denmark, that's why they don't have Red Bull, but they have CULT, their own energy drink, which comes even in different tastes. And there is also CULTshaker -the partymaker- pre-mixed Wodka Redbull...

So after my exam I got myself a bottle of this, amongst other things, and went to the city to buy the Mandarina handbag I had been admiring for some time and after the exams I decided I deserved it. After I packed my first suitcase I went off to start the evening with a BBQ at my second residence, Aboulevard. Second residence because I had been hanging out there a lot throughout the whole programme and the last days even slept there because of the exams. Some people seriously thought I lived there. After the Barbecue we went to celebrate Nicole's birthday with cake and Malibu at the harbour, after that we stopped by a house party at another residence and then went to K3, a club where we hadn't been yet. We stayed there until it closed and then it was time for farewell, which was really sad. I went with some people to 7-11 to get something to eat and then to the Metro. Unfortunately it was raining, so the Metro stairs were slippery and I was wearing Chucks, so I fell down half the stairs. At least it looked funny and the guys who were with me had a lot of fun. I am still in pain. Packing the rest of my stuff the next day after 3,5 hours of sleep with an aching back was not that much fun and luckily I had the Lovedoctor helping me to get all my stuff to the Central Station, from where I went by train, by boat, by train and yet by another train to Münster. I managed to change trains with all my luggage, but this time there were a lot of friendly people around. The only thing that's wrong with them is that they all speak German. That's something I really have to get used to. Or not, because I'm not staying that long. Also paying in Euros again feels funny.

It's not for long though, I already unpacked all my stuff and started packing for Canada, which involves a lot more clothes, because I will also be there in the winter and everybody is warning me about the cold there. So I will bring gloves and a scarf and maybe I even go as far as wearing a hat...